The pylons sway in their electric dance,
Reaching as we towards the sky.
I turn and fall beneath your glance;
Power surges eye to eye.
The heat is ring in our blood,
Earth turns underneath our feet.
I lead you down to leaves and mud.
The gorse, the bracken; damp and sweet.
The earth is warm. Now for a while
We come together in this place.
I look at you, begin to smile –
For where is love, if not your face?
Here in the roots, we reach the top.
We roll go gently, hip to hip.
At last we come to ground and stop
And life is breathed from lip to lip.
The journey’s end. I reach the light;
I turn to find my revelation.
In this place and in this night
We join in this reconsecration.
And we descend into the sound
And we begin our journey home.
And we rise up above the ground.
And we are quite alone.
(1996)
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